The Retrospective Review, Volume 1

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Página i The accumulation of books has ever been regarded with some degree of
jealousy — an inundation of paper and print seems to have been thought as
formidable to the ideas of men , as an inundation of water to their houses and
cattle .

Página iii As the Caliph that destroyed the literary stores of Alexandria , said of the Koran ,
so Hobbes thought of his four authors , - if other books contained any thing ,
which was not in them , then it was naught ; if only what was therein contained ,
then it ...

Página xi ... whether in philosophy , poetry , or general literature , from which any thing
original in design , profound in thought , beautiful in imagination , or delicate in
expression , can be extracted , will be considered worthy of a place in this work .

Página xii We shall also , by a careful selection of particular extracts , not only endeavour to
give an idea of the mode of thought and style of individual authors , but to furnish
a collection of specimens of the greatest part of our writers , so as to exhibit a ...

Página xv ... them , as might induce them to marshal their thoughts into a regular order ; or
did they but know where to meet with concurrence of opinion , with arguments ,
authorities or examples , to corroborate and open their teeming conceptions .

Página 314 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.

Página 95 - Darkness and light divide the course of time, and oblivion shares with memory a great part even of our living beings; we slightly remember our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves.

Página 95 - To be ignorant of evils to come, and forgetful of evils past, is a merciful provision in nature, whereby we digest the mixture of our few and evil days ; and our delivered senses not relapsing into cutting remembrances, our sorrows are not kept raw by the edge of repetitions.

Página 20 - That day she was dressed in white silk, bordered with pearls of the size of beans, and over it a mantle of black silk, shot with silver threads ; her train was very long, the end of it borne by a marchioness ; instead of a chain she had an oblong collar of gold and jewels.

Página 93 - And therefore restless inquietude for the diuturnity of our memories unto present considerations, seems a vanity almost out of date, and superannuated piece of folly. We cannot hope to live so long in our names as some have done in their persons ; one face of Janus holds no proportion unto the other. It is too late to be ambitious.